beneath our windows as the Proteus has just come in.
There's a young woman from the coast guard directing the traffic with cries of 'pame', 'ella' and 'grigora'. Oops. That was a loud crunch. The fish farm truck is hooting, trying to get through. More shouts... Will the truck make the corner will it climb the ramp to our office...? Another crunch. I think we have slightly fewer steps... More ella ella's. Can't bear to look.